Squirrels

What would you do if there weren't dozens upon dozens of distractions pushed to the palm of your hand?

Who would you (re)connect with?

How would you engage with those around? Would you?

Thinking I should watch Crash again...

Choosy Lover

I can't see me choosing the opinions of others, be it family friends or perfect strangers, over what makes me happy. Abdication of this gift is an insult to the Divine and my personal fulfillment. The energy of suppression, in my mind, is better allocated to living loving and exploring to utter exhaustion.

Let my choices be my (big ass) footprint in the sands of time (Yes, Beyonce started singing in my head just then but whatever).

I remember the impact of Frost's "The Road Not Taken" on my soul. I remember making a promise inside, where only god and I could hear, "that will be me".

Consider this, even your indecision is a decision.

Lesson learned.

The Path to Hell...

I don't love without intention. Don't invite me to love you without intention.

There You Are

Remembrance. Recognition of one you've felt and in some realm been aware of and when they reach you in this plane there's a spark. C. S. Lewis summed it best (as I've experienced it), "...me too."

Sounds Like...

So much memory tied to sights and sounds and scents and sensations. The associations made since childhood mimick Pavlovian experimentation.

Totally innoucuous but has become the soundtrack of suspicion and distrust. The way a cell phones plants against a desk. *plugs in headphones* I jack up the volume as loud as it'll go attempting to drown out my reveries. I should not care who was on the receiving end of SEND.

I am a Scorpio so I'm prone to suspicion. You're exempt until you're not. So it goes.